The Charles Becomes a Wizard

Through the half-open tent, one could hear screams coming from outside and could faintly see some flames.

"Run! They're Death Eaters!" Someone said this in the chaotic crowd. It was unclear what he heard, but it made Charles' heart move.

"Charles, you..." Eric, who had hurried around the screen, was stunned when he saw the current appearance of the master and servant.

The petite boy was wrapped in a blanket and sitting on the devil's arm. The blanket was not very long, and a soft and slender calf was exposed to the air. The skin was so white that it was almost transparent, and the light blue blood vessels could be vaguely seen. Under the delicate ankles were clean and round toes, which formed a sharp contrast with the devil's black clothes. The dangling calf swayed gently as the devil walked, and it was even a little dazzling.

Is this posture a little too intimate?

The thought flashed through Eric's mind.

But he didn't have the mood to think too much at the moment. He took a few quick steps to Charles' side and reached out to hold Charles' wrist.

"Let's get out of here right now."

"Wait a minute." Charles suddenly said.

"Charles, what do you want to do?" Eric frowned, "There's no way I'll let you stay!"

"I know," Ciel nodded at Eric and then kicked Sebastian. "Sebastian put me down."

"But Master, you are not wearing shoes now. You will catch a cold if you step on the ground directly."

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up."

Sebastian showed a helpless expression on his face and then put the man to the ground.

The boy covered with a blanket held the other boy's hand.

"Sebastian, this is an order. You stay and investigate after we leave. I want to know who are the subordinates of these guys who came out to make trouble tonight."

Although Ciel was more inclined to believe that it was the Horcrux that did it, it was not completely impossible for Voldemort to do such a thing.

Although he and Voldemort are currently allies, he has seen many "allies" backstabbed over the years. Moreover, when the cooperation agreement was signed, Voldemort was forced to suppress it with force by Sebastian and was very reluctant.

Humans always lie as if nothing has happened. Instead of placing your precious trust in the hands of others, it is better to take the initiative in your own hands.

"Yes, my lord." Sebastian lowered his head and knelt on one knee.

The dark red eyes inadvertently swept over the boy's toes that were slightly curled up as he stepped on the cold ground, and a barely perceptible smile flashed across his face.

See, I told you the floor is cold...

After giving Sebastian the order, Ciel and Eric activated the portkey without much hesitation, and the two small figures instantly disappeared in the center of the tent.

The demon who was left behind stood up, raised his right wrist, and tugged at his white gloves with his left hand. His erect pupils glowed ominously under the candlelight.

"Well, next..."

A group of people wearing black cloaks and wearing strange and ugly masks on their faces were holding torches and wreaking havoc in the wizards' camp, causing screams wherever they went. Clusters of flames emitted from the tips of their wands, lighting up one tent after another. The bright flames almost lit up half of the night sky, and thick smoke filled the air, emitting a pungent smell.

The camp that was filled with laughter and joy a few hours ago soon turned into a miserable scene like hell on earth.

"Ah, they are wrapped so tightly, there is no way to see their faces clearly." Sebastian, hiding in the dark, frowned in distress.

Do I have to follow them all the time?

Or just catch someone and ask him?

Just as he was thinking about it, a saw flashing with cold light fell silently from the sky. Sebastian dodged the attack with a quick movement, and several dinner knives flew out from between his fingers, forcing the Grim Reaper, who was almost sticking to him, to retreat.

"Sebastian~~" The red-haired Grim Reaper who descended from the sky threw a wink at Sebastian: "It's been so long since we last met, have you missed me~~"

Sebastian: Oh no, if I'm not careful I'll get entangled with some troublesome people.

"Not really." Sebastian said coldly.

"Hmm~" Grell Sutcliffe held a chainsaw in one hand and pinched his waist with the other. He twisted his slender waist and made a sticky sound from his mouth. The pair of yellow-green eyes hidden behind the glasses were shining.

"Don't be so shy, Sebastian~"

"I know you must have missed me very much. It must be fate that we can meet here tonight."

He put his left hand on his chest, raised the chainsaw with his right hand, and made an exaggerated gesture towards the cold moon. Even more exaggerated than his gesture was his voice filled with inexplicable emotions: "It must be fate. It is the red thread of fate that tightly entangles us together."

Sebastian: I think it's more likely that I'm just unlucky.

There is no such thing as a red line!

Ah, if I don't follow them, they will get away...

Sebastian turned around silently and prepared to chase in the direction where the group of Death Eaters left, but was once again blocked by the rumbling chainsaw.

"Sebastian, I'm talking to you!" The chainsaw fell down suddenly and cut the clothes on Sebastian's chest, and Grell Sutcliffe immediately leaned forward.

"Sebastian is such an over the top man, he was distracted when a beautiful woman was confessing her love to him!"

Sebastian nimbly dodged the chainsaw attack, raised his leg and kicked the red-haired Grim Reaper hard in the face. Grell Sutcliffe's body suddenly bent backwards, narrowly avoiding his attack.

"That's too much!" The red-haired Grim Reaper stood up again and angrily swung the chainsaw in his hand to make an accusation.

"Even if your abstinence aura still makes people excited, you actually dared to touch the most important thing about a beautiful girl, her face. I won't be polite to you anymore!"

"Hmm?" Sebastian glanced at him casually. "Do you even have the word 'polite' in your dictionary?"

"Come on, Sebastian, let me dye you completely red with blood!"

"Ah, I have work to do next, so it's better to get rid of you as soon as possible."

The chainsaw in the hands of the Grim Reaper made bursts of roaring sounds, and a sharp knife appeared between the fingers of the devil dressed in black.

They stood facing each other, with a devastated camp and flames all over the sky behind them.